>I fell asleep in Luke’s bed last night while reading to him, so no time to post. Today I will just reprint some submissions from my good friend Krista:
The non-checked on children:
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Also! Krista was riding her bike up Lookout Mountain this week when a suburban full of gigantic men with dark sunglasses tried to flag her down. She was rocking out to her ipod and considered ignoring them. (When you are as beautiful as Krista, men waving at you from a car is an everyday thing. Amy and I once witnessed the following exchange between Krista and a lift operator on a chair lift at Steamboat Springs Resort:
Krista: Nice Eyes
Lift Op: Nice Everything)
Anyway! When asked, “Are you just waving or do you want me to stop?” The gentlemen in the Suburban replied, “No ma’am, you need to turn around, you can’t get through that way. I’m going to need you to turn around and go up a different way.” Apparently she was getting too close to Barack Obama!
>make sure that Luke sees the picture and tell him that is what a real smile looks like.]phe
>Oh, Megan, Megan…
>Luke’s smile is pure devil, much like his great great uncle Marty.